Here you will find the Poem Wind O' The Autumn of poet William Henry Ogilvie
I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where, To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair, Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed! Oh! say, wild wind o' the Autumn, may I dance this dance with you Decked out in your gown of moonmist and jewelled with drops of dew? For I know no waiting lover with arms that so softly twine, And I know no dancing partner whose step is so made for mine!